Back at the ethereal Qingxu Palace.
Bai Yujun unexpectedly found Xu Ling being punished with copying texts. Xu Ling feared nothing except wielding a Wolf Hair Brush to write and draw. Who knew what she had done to earn such a harsh punishment from their master? Xu Ling had always been their master's darling, and in several hundred years, she had only been sent down the mountain to travel a handful of times. Of course, perhaps she was simply too lazy to go down and suffer hardship.
"Senior Sister, what happened to you?"
Xu Ling shook her head and sighed.
"Ah, don't mention it. This morning, I asked Master why she wanted to marry you off. She said it was only natural. Then... I said you're a flood dragon, so what does what is natural for humans have to do with a flood dragon?"
"That made sense."
"Then I asked Master why she herself hadn't gotten married."
"You really were courting death. Take your time copying..."
The corner of Bai Yujun's mouth twitched. She hurriedly moved farther away from the stupid girl, afraid she might catch her stupidity. She actually dared to ask that sort of question and had not been thrown down the mountain—Master had already shown great mercy. Perhaps it was precisely because the stupid girl was so innocent that she was so deeply adored. Had it been anyone else, they would have been thrown into Chen Tang Stream and suppressed for three to five years. Truly, if you didn't court death, you wouldn't die.
She briskly headed to the main hall to offer incense and replace the candles. She could not count on the stupid girl to work; Xu Ling would only steal the offering fruits. Even if fresh fruit would be put out tomorrow and she